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“Are you safe?” I ask, moving fast as I round a corner. I see one of my security men, and he walks quickly toward me.

“Me? Fuck, yes, I’m fine. I’m not worried about me. Gareth’s coming for his daughter, Jack. Remember how her grandfather died on her mom’s side? Only she can sign that money over to him,” Greg says, sounding as if he’s running. “I’m trying to get to you now, but these back woods fucking suck.”

“Shit,” I whisper. Bee once mentioned that as nice as it would be to be able to gain access to the trust, she didn’t want to come out of hiding for it. I told her whatever she needed, she’d always have, because I’d give it to her, and she didn’t mention it again. I had honestly forgotten about it too.

“How did you find out about that?”

“I had one of my plants get into his computer tonight. He left this evening after being holed up for days in the mansion, mumbling to himself and acting crazy. She found the file opened, and then connected the dots for herself,” Greg explains. “It was an accident that worked out well, but Bronwyn is in deep shit, Jack.”

I guess it doesn’t make much difference what we call her now that everything is imploding.

“She’s missing,” I tell him. “I can’t find her and now I know who took her. Also, Greg? If you see Thomas, shoot him in the face for me. He’s a traitor.”

“I’ll make sure you said as much,” Greg says. “I’ll also ensure he’s still alive, so I can torture the fucker. I thought he was loyal. We’ll find her. See you soon.”

Not daunted as the phone disconnects, I put it away and nod at the guard in front of me.

“I need a gun and a guard on Dee,” I command, taking it from him when he immediately offers it. I can’t hear music anymore, and I stride into the ballroom, my eyes searching for her as I hide the gun in my pants pocket.

People are getting up as Sullivan announces that they’re ending early for the safety of everyone so they can get home, and my patience breaks. Where the fuck is Dahlia?

“Find Dee,” I command the guard, who begins to search for her. My words are limited as every fiber in my body tells me she’s been taken as well. Everyone working this event has been given photos of the important people at this event.

Dahlia and Bowen, the only ones who matter right now.

Striding through the ballroom, I run up the steps, using the height to continue my search. I also look for Ivan, Adamson, or Arina, anyone who can fucking help me right now.

“Jack, what happened?” Sullivan asks, eyes wide. “Who are we killing?”

“You if I can’t find her,” I say softly. “She just performed, where is she?”

“I… don’t know. Dee just left the stage with Ivan,” he says, looking around. Leaning in toward the microphone, Sullivan says, “Deidra Demarco, please return to the stage immediately.”

We continue to search, and I even race “backstage”, to find there’s no one there. Sullivan shakes his head as he walks down the stairs, pale.

“I don’t see her,” he rasps. “Where are her guards? Where is Bowen?”

“Gone,” I sigh. “God fucking dammit! Thomas is a traitor. He’s to be shot on sight. If you see him, yell bloody murder because he’s lethal. He ran Ciara’s head into a wall several times and put her out of commission. And now Dee is gone too. The house is locked down until further notice, Sullivan. Make the announcement. Keep them in the ballroom.”

“On it,” he says without a thought.

As people are asked to hang tight in the ballroom, I slip out. While I appreciate Sullivan’s help, it’s too little, too late. We bent over to accommodate his investors, but now I’m missing both my girls.

It would have been nice if he had recognized the danger first.

Hold on, please. Fuck, I can’t lose either of you.

Chapter Thirty

Bronwyn

Waking up to being kicked in the ribs really fucking sucks. Shuddering, I feel bile rushing up my body and choke, writhing as I realize I can’t puke. It’s filling my mouth and going out the only way it can, which is through my nostrils due to the gag in my mouth.

“Oh fucking gross,” a girl’s voice says as I try to blink the darkness away. Unfortunately, I can’t because I’m blindfolded as well as tied up.

Someone yanks the blindfold away, I see a girl with shining dark brown hair sneering down at me. I’m a mess, there are tears smeared down my face along with makeup, but I still try to scream.

My gaze looks past her to figure out where I am.

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